(This was a few years ago, so ages are relative to that time)
My wife and I got married in our mid-twenties, and have been together for a while. Outside of our kids there’s not a single person in the world I’ve ever felt more love for. Since day 1 we’ve had an amazing level of open communication I’d never before experienced. I have always felt like I could tell her just about anything, and she did the same to me.
But like happens for lots of couples, the sex life took a back seat to family & career opportunities. Those parts of our relationship thrived (I legitimately had a “my child is an honor student” bumper sticker) but most of the time we were too tired, if we could even get ourselves some time alone.
Our anniversary is a few weeks before Christmas, and we were able to send the kids to a friend’s and have some time to ourselves. The sex was quick, but good, and afterwords we ended up cuddling and talking about our recent dry spells and what that might mean. Ultimately it sort of came about that while she was enjoying our sex life, she just wasn’t quite having the demand for it that she had in the past. She was incredibly content, and comfortable, and loved our life together, but wasn’t feeling the sort of sexual need that I described. Eventually she asked me what I had been fantasizing about lately.